Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.